January 30, 2020 Its 6:00 am. in Venice beach on a Thursday. Ten days after Martin Luther King Jr. Day, yes. I open my eyes and I’m thinking about space and sex and aliens. I Shit, shower, shave, then walk to the coffee shop. I pass the butcher’s daughter, three wise men, and an actress who wishes that she …
A Song For Future Sailors By Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy
This Is Far From Over https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ON4TQJ9bP-E While I was crossing the Pacific, I received a satellite email from my friend Will Oldham aka Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy. He sent me lyrics to the song “This Is Far From Over” and asked if I could create a music video for it. I wasn't able to receive images …
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The Scariest Thing At Sea
While writing Koko Head & The Flying Vagina, I was reminded of a moment at sea that scared the bejesus out of me. I mentioned the incident briefly in Surfing the Deep Blue Sea, but I didn’t tell you how much it melted the interior of my mind, because to tell it is to relive …
Land Ho!
I am standing on sand in Hawaii. I can’t believe that I just crossed the Pacific Ocean alone. It feels surreal. Is this me? Am I dreaming? How did I do that? My last day and night at sea were the roughest. This is what it looked like…..: 9 A.M. I’m sailing through squall after …
I Want Off Of This Boat
Today I have been in squall after squall of the most severe kind that I have seen. I can no longer fight The Grey Cloud Carriers. They are winning and have stolen all but the breath from my body. I am 70 nm away from shore and I won’t make it before dark. I got …
Blue Fairytale
I see two little white tropicbirds, with tail feathers longer than their bodies, flying somewhere towards a world of fish. One bird does not flap in front of the other. They are synchronized the way that lovers are. With minds, wings, and bodies intertwined in an exquisite romantic lunacy. The moon has grown small and …
A World Of Strange
From within my cocoon at sea, I uncoil my body like a caterpillar. I am fattened by leaves and petals that promise a future of winged flights, still I crawl. I wonder what has really called me here, into both the substratum and surface of the spirit kingdom. The kingdom of: bubbles, waves, clouds, sharks, …
Neon Emeralds
The sunsets lasts as long as the day and ricochet across every cloud in the sky. I see ancient Egyptian symbols in the world above me. From the pyramids to sphinxes and Pharaohs. The wind of the heavens molding them and morphing them and eventually carrying them away. Beneath it all, I am a crab …
The Carriers of Grey Clouds
Yesterday I went through squall after squall. I call them The Grey Cloud Carriers. The Grey Cloud Carriers are cold-hearted ninjas. They creep in, kidnap the sun, eat every patch of blue in the sky, and then confuse the wind until it spins every which way to Sunday. They play games with me too. They …
A Day Without Wind
Time flows in reverse. I watch waves collapse into themselves as they rush backwards. The sun is the moon and the clouds are all sinking. I can see that the sky is filled with rain, but it must be falling upwards. Nothing living is in sight. The air is too hot and heavy and stale …
